Benny The Butcher – 73 Ft. Elcamino & Rick Hyde

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Actually this amazing music is popped out of his newly released album which is titled ‘Pyrex Picasso’.


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Benny The Butcher – 73 Ft. Elcamino & Rick Hyde Lyrics

[Intro: Elcamino]


Yo, uh

Shit stupid


Yo, uh

Yo, uh

Yo, uh



[Verse 1: Elcamino]

Trap back coping

Maybach with the back open

Fiends that use my chill spots just for crack smoking

MAC toting

Cash flowing long as the packs roll in

Fuck these hoes, get money, that’s my only slogan

I bend the corner real slowly so the hoes notice

I might drop another tape and cop a tan Lotus

Niggas’ll talk behind your back with they hands open

That’s why I barely show love

The same niggas you roll a dub with, hit the club with, will be the same niggas that’ll set you up

Yo, they killed Nipsey Hussle in his own hood

That’s why I don’t never think that shit is all good

I keep the forty on my hip and that’s at all times

Try me, I’m ready to die about mines

Real G

Yo, we really played the streets

All I know is grind, get money, repeat (Grind, get money, repeat)


[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]

Yeah, you will never be me

I’m legendary, Berry Gordy in ’73

In the white Mercedes Benz with an ebony freak

Four years in Yale and still won’t be as clever as me

Ride with three felons with heat

Feel like we seventy deep

Clips on the table next to a head of a thief

Fuck settling beef, I’d rather wet up the streets

My brother died, my mother still not ahead of the grief

So I need my cash up front

I’m putting half in the trunk

And moving to where winter only lasts for a month

Huh, I used to put hash in my blunt

Now it’s gas, I’m talking five gram Ls and half of it’s Runtz

First you find the gold and grind ’til you reach that number

So much paper, hire people just to keep track of it

Met the plug, he wrote it down, told me, “Beep that number”

That’s when I made a bet, my whole team gon’ eat that summer

The Butcher


[Verse 3: Rick Hyde]

Counting C notes

Golden butter on my langostinos

Rappers emo

Fucking up New York like they Paladino

Back to chemo

I’m dancing on it like I pressed the emote

Need a reload

Go the the corner and just ask for Nino

Rod and Pico

Was on LaBrea for a fucking RICO

Traffic be slow

Long as it’s moving, it’s a blessing, we know

Talking units

Draw up a game plan and I walk you through it

Thought you knew it

Hard as good pitching, we the Milwaukee Brewers

I wake ’em up, I’m the coffee to it

You asked for it and they brought you to it

You paid for it and I got it to you (Facts)

It all started with the H just like Honolulu

Every time the pack land, it’s hallelujah

Flow is timeless

I hope for diamonds

I’m smoking diamonds

The racks don’t die, like they they kids, they keep on multiplying

I hear niggas saying the culture dying (How?)

Look how closer I am

They don’t believe you like compulsive lying



It’s a professional secret

How many you want?

Five, six



This little baby here

Nine millimeter Ruger

Thirty round clips

Five, six hundred rounds per minute

You could wipe out a whole task force


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